Date: Mon, 2 May 2005 15:12:04 +1000
From: Michael Elliot
Subject: Unity through rejection
I wasn't originally going to post this story but was consistently asked by
an online friend when I would post again. So, here's another story. I don't
like the story but I hope you do.
Notes:
The "WA" in this story refers to the state of Western Australia, and not
the state of Washington, U.S.A.
"NSW" refers to the Australian state of New South Wales.
Unity through rejection
(c) Copyright 18 and 19 January 2005; Michael Elliot.
The heat from the sun belted down on the soft, yellow sand at the
beach. The sand was so hot that Richard could barely walk on it. He had to,
though, because walking in the water would get his pants wet, and that was
something that he could not do.
It seemed as if he'd never get back to his camp - the beach was so long and
hot, and with the heat belting on him from above, it slowed his
movement. He'd be yelled at for sure: his mother told him to be back at
camp by 12:30 at the latest for lunch. It was 12:25, and the camp was
nowhere in sight. The beach just stretched out farther than he could see,
and he wasn't even sure if he was going the right way anymore.
Richard wasn't even sure why he agreed to go to WA in the first place. A
whole week, stuck on a deserted beach with his seventeen year old sister,
obese and obsessive mother and quiet father. Neither of them were anything
like Richard - the sister was a popular drug addict, the mother was always
in everyone's face with an idea of how something could be done better, and
the father was the quiet yet bold type who just did what he was told,
knowing there was a cool beer for him at the end of each chore.
Then, he thought of the alternative. A room at his great aunt's isolated
bush house, with nothing but plants surrounding them and no-one to talk
to. At least Richard got along with his sister, and suddenly after
remembering the alternative, the scorching sand below seemed to ease a
little. He knew the alternative, and after comparing the two, the burning
sun and empty beaches offered a little compassion.
In the distance, Richard could make out a tent. It wasn't on the beach,
however, no: it was a lot further back and in the sand dune. Had they moved
the tent on him? Richard walked closer, and noticed it was in fact not
their tent, but someone else's. It was a big, heavy green tent - something
you'd expect to see in the bush, and not on the warm beach. They had a
four wheel drive, and Richard just stood there for a minute and watched
this family, who appeared that they'd just arrived, raise their tent.
A mother, a father, a little girl who looked to be about eight, and... a
boy! He looked a few years younger than Richard, about eleven or twelve;
and, much like himself, seemed very discontent to be there with his
family. He was rather pale, which suggested he came from the city, and
wasn't a child from the coastal towns of NSW like himself.
Richard stood and watched this boy for a minute or two, drawn into him by a
force he could not explain. Was it the fact that he was another boy of his
age he could relate to, or the fact that he was gay and wanted his way with
this boy? He wasn't sure, but he didn't care. He was fun to watch.
The boy turned and noticed him, and, shocked as Richard was, fumbled and
continued on his way back to the camp. He'd come to find the boy later.
On arrival at the camp, Richard was - as expected - yelled at.
"Where have you been young man? Your lunch is getting cold! You're
twenty-five minutes late, for Christ's sake!"
"Sorry, mum" said Richard. "The sand was hot". He didn't see the need to
fight, as he was sure he'd never win.
"Why didn't you walk in the water? You would've gotten here faster that
way!"
Predictable, really. Richard didn't bother to answer, as he knew doing so
would give his mother more to work off.
Richard gathered his food, a now luke-warm plate of barbecue food, and
went to sit down on the edge of the dune away from the tent to eat it. He
watched his sister eat her food with a pleasing look on her face -
something that read "you got in trouble and I did not". She could really
irritate him at times; and it was at that time that he wished he'd stayed
with her great aunt.
As he sat there, everything seemed to irritate him. Everything from the
slight breeze that blew the hair over his face, the sand which was slowly
sliding from under him, and the content look on his sister's face. "Take
another shot", he thought slyly to himself; "that will shut you up".
It was evening now, and the air was getting cool. He went into the tent and
got himself a jumper, and put it on. He could get cold very easily. Though,
despite the presence of a jumper, Richard wore some board shorts, with no
underpants on underneath.
It was a rather dark evening, and Richard was feeling horny, so he decided
to go a fair way into the dune - where nobody could see him - and jack
off. He'd think of the boy he'd seen earlier in the day while doing so.
Richard found a thick wooden post sticking out from the ground, most likely
the remains of a fence that once ran along the dunes. Richard leant against
it, and slid out his penis. To himself, Richard was very irresistible. He
had short mousey brown hair, a slender tanned body, deep brown eyes and had
the face of a model promotion boy - or so he thought.
Leaning against the pole, Richard pulled his foreskin up and down over the
head of his penis. He had a thin yet fair sized penis; it was maybe five
and a half inches long, and a sagging scrotum with fairly large oval shaped
testes. He had a quite a few deep brown pubic hairs - not as many as others
his age though, he was sure of it - and as he stood there masturbating
himself, he strained his testes as boys do in their climax, in the hope he
would cum faster.
He'd been at it for a minute or so, maybe more, keeping a steady rhythm
going which, while not as fast as that of a climax, was fast enough to keep
his penis stiff. He thought about the boy, and the way he bent over to pick
up some new tent pegs, and thought of his round yet slender arse.
Richard was facing away from the camp, so he didn't hear anyone come up
behind him. His sister approached him very quietly from behind, then said
rather loudly "Hey, wanker!"
Richard spun around in shock, pulling his penis into his pants but not fast
enough so he could get it away before it came into his sister's view.
"Fucking hell, go and shoot up somewhere else, would you?!"
His sister laughed - loudly. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you
and your skinny, uncircumcised penis!"
Richard stood there, adjusting the bulge in his pants, now knowing that his
sister had indeed seen his penis.
"You'd better not..." Richard said angrily, with squinting eyes.
His sister laughed again, and said "Hey, don't worry, masturbation is
normal. I do it all the time."
It was at times like that Richard was grateful he had a cool, yet screwed
up, sister.
"Come on", she said, "some other campers want some firewood and we have to
carry some to their camp."
While Richard couldn't be more irritated and embarrassed at that time, he
also couldn't help but feel love for his psychopathic sister. He graciously
followed her, hoping that his erection would die down by the time he got to
the camp.
As they got to the camp, Richard noticed a small boy standing there with
his father. It was the boy he had seen earlier on in the day! Richard
couldn't be more excited at that moment - this was his chance to get to
know the kid!
"These two would like some firewood Richard; would you mind helping your
sister and father carry some over to them?"
"Sure, mum" he replied, trying not to sound too eager. He was casually
looking at the boy, sussing him out. The boy didn't like it, and Richard
knew it, though he looked for longer anyway because Richard thought he was
too sexy to look away from.
They all gathered some wood, and then headed back to the boy's camp.
It was a fair walk, though Richard didn't mind. He enjoyed watching the boy
walk ahead with his father, and his butt swinging from side to side. He
looked about eleven on closer inspection, and had a very dark brown hair -
almost black. He had a pale skin, though not too pale, which suggested he
lived by the coast though never actually went outside much. He was a small
boy; he looked almost malnourished. He was very sexy; well, at least he was
to Richard. He couldn't believe that he would feel lust for a young boy
about for years younger than himself: his limits were usually about
thirteen or fourteen.
They got to the camp and loaded the firewood in a pile. The mother was very
grateful; she couldn't stop thanking Richard and his family. Richard just
smiled at her, and as his dad talked to the parents about how to light
their fire and such, Richard ceased the opportunity and went to talk to the
boy.
"Hi, I'm Richard!" he said, with a smile on his face.
The boy was a little worried, he didn't look at Richard.
"Andrew" the boy replied, watching as the fire was lit.
"How old are you?" asked Richard.
Feeling a little nervousness, Andrew quietly and indirectly answered
"Eleven".
"Ah, cool!" said Richard, "I'm fifteen!"
Andrew didn't seem to care or pay much attention, as he was forcibly drawn
into the flames that Richard's father had just lit.
"How long are you here for?" asked Richard.
Andrew shrugged, and looked up into Richard's eyes for a brief moment. He
was rather small for his age, and had a somewhat scrunched up face,
suggesting he didn't really want to be talking to Richard. He had the most
beautiful eyes Richard had ever seen; he could've been hypnotized with his
beauty if the boy didn't look away.
As Richard's dad was finishing up, Richard said "Well we're here for a
week; I might see you tomorrow then!"
Andrew didn't look at him; he didn't want to reply. Richard just smiled,
and walked off with his family, occasionally looking back at the boy that
was then sitting in the sand around the fire.
Richard awoke the next morning with his sister standing over him, gently
kicking the sides of him.
"Wake up, gay boy!" she said with a smirk; content that she had discovered
a well-kept secret of her brother's.
"Gay boy?!?" Richard enquired, fearing that his sister wasn't actually
calling him gay through a joke.
"Don't try to hide it" boasted his sister, "I saw you looking at that boy's
arse."
Richard's silence and shocked look on his face confirmed his sister's
suspicion.
"Aha! So you are gay!" yelled his sister.
"Shush, not so loud! Mum and dad don't know yet."
After realising what he said, he buried his face in his hands and
groaned. It was too early to fight with his sister; besides, he had already
lost.
"Kind of ironic, isn't it? Dick is the shortened version of Richard!"
"Please," pleaded Richard, "don't rub it in! I'm already embarrassed
enough!"
"Hey," said his sister, "I don't care. We can't help who we are."
There it was again, Richard's cool sister making a clever comment. He was
actually happy then - he didn't have to hide his sexuality in front of his
sister anymore, and his sister was okay with him being gay! That lifted
some relief off him; he had partially "come out", and was feeling much
better.
Richard got out of bed and walked outside to where his sister went, and
found his mum cooking breakfast. It was sausages and egg, something Richard
liked.
"Morning" said his mother as she handed him a paper plate to put his food
on. "How'd you sleep?"
"Uh, alright I guess" replied Richard. "I was kinda cold, actually."
"Well, then, I'll have to get you an extra blanket for tonight" she said
with a smile.
"Thanks", he said, as his mother loaded some food on the plate for him.
Before he walked away, he was wondering what take his mother would have on
him being gay.
"Mum, what do you think of gay people?" asked Richard, in a casual manner.
"Well," she said, "I don't like them, though I've got nothing against
them. Why?"
"Oh," he said, "no reason. I was just wondering."
"Well you don't have to wander anymore" she said with a smile on her face,
as she ruffled his hair.
Richard decided he wouldn't tell his mother, and went over to the dune edge
to eat his breakfast; where he'd eaten his lunch the day before. Once he
had finished, he'd go and look for the boy he'd met the night before,
Andrew.
A few hours before midday, Richard wandered off down the beach in search of
Andrew. He told everyone else he was going for a walk, and he was - it's
just that his walk had an alternative motive, and that was to find
Andrew. After about ten minutes of walking, Richard spotted Andrew just
sitting on the sand dune, looking out at the ocean.
Richard approached him, eagerly yet cautiously.
"Hi, remember me?" enquired Richard.
Andrew looked up at him, then back out at the ocean.
"Yeah" he replied, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone in his voice.
"Are you alright?" asked Richard, who sensed the dissatisfaction in his
reply.
"Yeah, fine" replied Andrew.
"Mind if I sit next to you?". Andrew shook his head.
Richard just sat there for a few minutes looking out at the ocean with
Andrew, enjoying the company of him. He didn't feel friendship, though he
felt acceptance - Andrew didn't care that he was there, and Richard enjoyed
being there.
Richard decided to make some conversation.
"You're eleven, right?"
"Yeah, why?" asked Andrew. After all, he had just told him the night
before.
"Oh, just checking" replied Richard.
Richard wanted to find out if this boy was gay, though how? He didn't want
to force it on him, for fear of scaring Andrew away, so he decided to make
small talk and drop a few hints and see what he came up with.
"So, you're in year six this year?" asked Richard.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" enquired the boy, surprised. He'd looked away from
the ocean, and that was a good sign for Richard.
"I'm fifteen; I've been through year six". It made sense to Andrew.
"So," Richard asked casually, "is there anyone in your class you've taken a
liking to? A girl, maybe?"
Andrew seemed rather horrified by the question. "No! Not at all!" he
bellowed; it seemed Richard had to choose a new direction.
"Sorry, sorry. I was just wondering". Andrew was not amused.
"Anyway, did you find out when you were leaving?" enquired Richard.
"No," replied Andrew, "but it is in the next few days. I know that much."
"Ah," replied Richard, "we'll have to do something before you leave."
"What do you mean?" asked Andrew.
"I mean, play a game or something. I can't really remember what kids do
when they are eleven - do they still wrestle?"
"Yeah, but you'd win because you're bigger". He had a point.
Andrew was still looking out at the ocean. That gave Richard an idea.
"Do you want to go for a swim?"
"Yeah, okay" said Andrew.
"Great! Let's go!"
As they both got up, Andrew realised something - he wasn't wearing his
swimmers.
"Oh wait, I don't have my swimmers."
Now was the perfect opportunity for Richard - did he dare suggest they swim
naked?
"Well," said Richard, "we don't need our swimmers! We can swim naked!"
Andrew was put off a little by this suggestion. "Naked?" he asked.
"Yeah. People do it all the time!"
"Not my family, we never do."
"Aw, it's not that big of a deal! I won't mind". Then something occurred to
him; something that might help undress Andrew. "Want me to strip down
first?" asked Richard.
Andrew looked a little worried yet excited at the same time. Though, being
at the young age of eleven, fear often overpowered will when it came to
such things as swimming naked with another boy.
"Ah, no, it's alright. I've got to get back to camp soon anyway."
"Oh, okay then" said Richard.
"Yeah..." said Andrew, "Bye".
And with that, Andrew headed in the opposite direction. Richard couldn't
help but feel a little bad: after all, he did try to seduce a boy younger
than himself into doing something he was clearly uncomfortable with doing.
It was late afternoon, and Richard was sitting on a fold-out chair by the
beach when his sister came up and sat next to him on the sand.
"What's up, gay boy?"
"Drop it, please. I'm not in the mood."
"Why? Couldn't you seduce the little boy?" she boasted. Little did she
know, that was exactly what was wrong with him. He didn't reply.
"Well," said his sister, "if you were trying, keep in mind that boys of
that age are at a point of sexual latency, and usually only have sex when
they completely trust the other person."
It made total sense, though Richard couldn't help but feel a little
embarrassed taking relationship advice from his sister.
He looked down and smiled at her: "Thanks" he said, with the wind blowing
his fringe in his eyes. . "Hey," said his sister, "no problems!"
She stood up and looked down at him. "You're a cute boy; you'll have no
problems finding a fuck."
"Hey!" said Richard in an embarrassed yet grateful tone.
She just smiled, moved the hair from his eyes, and walked away.
The next morning Richard got out of bed and went to search for Andrew
immediately after breakfast. He wanted to apologise for what he'd done, and
try to make amends.
He walked along the beach, which was as hot as it were the day before, for
a good fifteen minutes before he came across Andrew. He had his towel and
swimmers with him, but he was yet to get changed into his swimmers.
Carefully, Richard approached Andrew. Before Andrew got changed, he did a
quick check of his surroundings and stopped as soon as he saw Richard.
"Hi" said Richard, "sorry about yesterday."
"Hey" said Andrew, "it's okay."
There was a small silence, and then Andrew asked "Hey, want to go for a
swim?"
"Sure!" said Richard, and with that they both stripped down to their shorts
and went into the water.
When they were in, Richard decided he'd further make amends.
"About yesterday," he said, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry again. I didn't
mean to scare you away or try and get you naked. I won't tell anyone if you
won't."
Andrew was surprised, to say the least. "Hey it's fine; it was just nice to
have someone else around to talk to".
"Oh" said Richard, "I almost forgot. I suggested we get naked just so we
could go for a swim, I didn't mean to give you the wrong idea."
"That's fine" Andrew said while smiling, "I brought my swimmers this time."
"Though wait," enquired Richard, "didn't you leave your swimmers on the
beach?"
Andrew was embarrassed. He'd completely forgotten to get changed.
"Yeah, I suppose I did..." he said in an embarrassed tone.
"Ha, don't worry; I don't even have my swimmers with me!"
"So you're wearing your shorts too?"
"Yeah."
Andrew was surprised. "So, why didn't you get in naked?"
Richard was hugely surprised by this question. He didn't think that Andrew
wanted to get naked.
"I don't know; I guess I didn't want to disappoint you."
"Well you're going to have to get naked sooner or later..." Andrew said,
with a somewhat excited tone in his voice.
"Yeah, well, I suppose I do now, don't I?"
Andrew giggled. "Why not start now? Save your shorts getting any more wet".
"Ha!" Replied Richard; and, while a little wary, removed his shorts and
brought them to the surface of the water.
Andrew laughed! "I didn't expect you'd actually do it!"
"Well, I did! Now it's your turn."
More eagerly than Richard, Andrew removed his shorts and brought them above
the water with a giggle.
"We'd better take these ashore then, hey?" Richard said with a slight
giggle in his voice.
When they got to the shore, Andrew was in front of Richard. Richard was
staring at Andrew's butt and smooth legs, and as he got to the shore he
dropped his pants on the shore. Andrew turned around, with his hands over
his penis, and looked at Richard, who was still holding his shorts trying
to cover his erection. He could tell the boy wasn't erect, because
otherwise his hands wouldn't have been able to cover it.
Richard was hornier than ever. Right there in front of him was this
somewhat pale boy with dark brown hair, a magnificent body, and one of the
most beautiful faces he'd ever seen! He had deep green eyes, too, which
made him irresistible to look at.
Richard was feeling rather horny; it was now or never - Richard made a
move.
"Hey Andrew..."
"Yeah?"
"You wouldn't... masturbate by any chance, would you?"
Andrew had a confused look in his face. "What's that?"
"Jacking off? Wank? Ever heard of them?"
Andrew shook his head.
Richard swallowed hardly, and asked: "Want me to show you how?"
"Okay".
Richard couldn't believe his ears! This boy was actually going to let him
see and touch his penis! Then, he remembered something which sank his
heart.
"I, umm, have to touch your penis to do it. Is that okay?"
"Sure". Richard was overjoyed. "I trust you". That was far simpler than
Richard had ever imagined. I guess that thing about trust his sister told
him was really true!
This was his first experience with a boy, and he wasn't sure where to go
from here.
"Let's go over to that dune" Richard said, and he waited for the boy to
turn and walk up there before he dropped his shorts. He made the best
attempt he could at covering his erect penis.
When Andrew got there, he dropped his hands and turned around. Richard
couldn't believe his eyes!
Andrew's penis was fairly small, as he expected, only three or four
inches. Though, he had cute little round testes and, like himself, a rather
slim penis. Though, this boy was circumcised. Richard was fascinated with
circumcision - he always wanted to get a close up look of a circumcised
penis, and it made him horny knowing that the sensitive glans of the penis
could never be covered, so were always open to stimulation.
Because Richard himself wasn't circumcised, he wasn't sure how to
masturbate a circumcised boy. He figured he'd just do it the same way he
did, and see what happened.
"Could you lay down and spread your legs?" asked Richard, as he figured
this would be the easiest way to do it.
Andrew did, and closed his eyes.
Richard still couldn't believe his luck - he sat between Andrew's legs, and
touched his penis. Andrew shivered.
"That felt good, do it again."
Richard touched it again, and Andrew shivered. This time, however, Richard
didn't let go. He did a quick scout of the area, and after he was satisfied
nobody was about, he started to stroke Andrew's penis. Andrew let out a
small moan.
Richard wasn't sure if he was doing it right, though, because he wasn't
sure how circumcised boys got any skin onto the glans of their penis to get
that great feeling. He could move some skin around on the shaft, though
that was it. Richard decided to masturbate himself the same way, without
making his foreskin slide over the head of his penis, and to his surprise,
it felt almost exactly the same. He then realised that it was stroking the
shaft that stimulated the penis; stroking the glans only made it that
little bit more enjoyable.
Richard continued on doing this for a minute or so, slowly getting faster,
and hearing groans coming from Andrew. Richard was becoming extremely
horny, so decided to slowly stroke himself while he masturbated Andrew.
"Stop," said Andrew, "I've got to pee!"
From personal experience, Richard knew he wasn't far from cumming.
"No you don't; it's alright. Just stay there."
Richard was very aroused now, and decided to try something new. He'd never
been sucked off before, though he'd wanted to do it himself - many times.
Richard lowered himself into the sand and moved his mouth over Andrew's
penis. Andrew sat straight up.
"What are you doing?" asked Andrew, looking a little disgusted.
"Making it better..." Richard replied, hoping that would work.
Looking a little shocked, Andrew seemed to agree because he lay back down
and closed his eyes.
Richard had never sucked off anyone before, so was very cautious. His teeth
got in the way a few times, though, and Andrew flinched in discontent
whenever Richard's teeth scraped the head of Andrew's penis.
When Richard finally figured out he should cover his teeth with his lips,
Andrew seemed to be enjoying this far more than the masturbation, and he
still hadn't cum yet, so Richard went faster and more intense.
The moving in the sand poked Richard's penis into the sand below him, and
it was a stimulation that he wanted to stop and continue at the same
time. He felt circumcised at that time - he couldn't avoid the sand
scraping the glans of his penis, and he thoroughly enjoyed that pleasure.
After half a minute or so, Andrew tensed up, back arched, and had his first
dry orgasm. After it was over, Richard sat up, and watched Andrew lay
there in exhaustion as his penis still flinched from the pleasure. Richard
put his hand back on Andrew's penis, and started to masturbate it again
before the orgasm was over.
Andrew thoroughly enjoyed this, though after about twenty seconds, he
reached down and took Richard's hand off his penis. Both boys were content:
Andrew had learnt the joys of masturbation, and Richard had gotten his
dream of sucking off a beautiful young boy.
Andrew stood up, as did Richard. Andrew picked up his clothes, and turned
to Richard.
"Thankyou," he said, "I will never forget that experience."
And, with that, Andrew slowly walked away. Richard watched him, still
walking naked, carrying his clothes. Andrew started to masturbate himself
while walking back to camp, and that satisfied Richard.
Richard walked for nearly an hour the next day, searching for either the
boy or the campsite. Alas, neither were to be found. While disappointed and
heartbroken, Richard was overwhelmed by what the boy named Andrew gave him
the day before.
It was through Andrew's initial rejection that brought them closer
together, and Richard was incredibly pleased with the way things had turned
out. Still, he was upset he couldn't do it again - not even just one more
time - with his first gay experience partner.
Richard stood there in the bright morning sun as the hot sand burned his
feet, then took off his clothes. He stood there, on a beach in WA in the
middle of nowhere, without any clothes on, and re-lived his experiences
mentally. After a minute or so, Richard walked into the calm ocean with his
foreskin pulled back, and swam in the same sea that first saw Andrew become
naked.
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